What To Do

[Osiris]

Osiris, fuming about what happened at Collision, Osiris barges into John Crescent's office.

Osiris: What are you doing? Yugo makes a challenge to me and then doesn't even show up. Don't say that the stipulation is in effect, cause the match never started, so that little stipulation is null and void. And I see Deathblade has to compete against CK for a title shot. Crescent, DB is still the number one contender for that title, he shouldn't have to compete for a shot. So back to my question, what are you going to do about what Yugo did?

[Spazz]

Crescent sat comfortably in his office chair, reclined back, feet up on his desk, and speaking on his phone

John C.: So, uh...what are you wearing?

Before the party on the other end of the line could answer, John's door was kicked in yet again by the big boot of Osiris. John juggled the phone in his hands before slamming it down on the hook.

John C.: What the fuck!!?? Doesn't anyone KNOCK anymore!? What do you want?

John listened to Osiris's statement. He groaned and rubbed his temples and brought the contract for the match out of his desk and set his reading glasses upon his nose.

John C.: Hmmm, no. Everything looks to be in order here. Stipulations of the contract stand. Ah-ah! John raised his finger to silence Osiris's coming statement. If you value that paycheck, you'll keep that big mouth shut. Allow me to explain, while do not necessarily condone Yugo's actions, it says nothing in the contract about the match actually having to start. Therefor, you didn't pin or make Yugo submit, in agreement with the stipulations you don't get another shot. Contract stands, good-bye, have a nice, bye bye.

John reclined back in his chair and worked with his schedule book. He looked up and made a motion with his hand for Osiris to leave when he saw he was still there.

[Osiris]

Osiris grabs John and lifts him up and slams him against a wall, clearly ticked off.

Osiris: Listen pencil pusher. No one lost and no one won. Null and void stipulation. I don't give a damn about a paycheck, all I care about is reclaiming my title. Now here is where things get interesting, GM. Either you see it my way, or I'll shove your head so far up your ass that you'll have teeth in your peripheral vision. And trust me, that is not as impossible as it sounds. So what's it going to be?

[AJ Riles]

"Oh? 'No one lost and no one won', eh? Heh, for someone that acts so...what's the word...? Pompous, let's say, that you demand a nullification of a contract that you, yourself, agreed to knowing the conditions, you don't seem to be acquainted with the term 'forfeit'." Yugo's voice interrupts. The camera whips around to show Yugo, the AWF World Championship around his waist, Freaky and Melissa in the doorway (and Freaky's eyes looking slightly downward), and lastly, Catastrophe studying the fake plants in the waiting room in awe.

Osiris turns toward Yugo. "Before you even try anything, if you so much as touch me outside of that ring, I'll have your ass fired. Now then, allow me to explain EXACTLY what happened at Collision, Osiris. You had to defeat me on that night by pin or submission. And, simple fact of the matter is, you DID win, but here's the problem: you won by forfeit. Which does not equate to pinfall or submission. Simple enough for you?" Yugo grins, as Freaky begins plucking at the shoulder strap on Melissa's top.

"C'mon, just a peek."

"No." Melissa smacks Freaky's hand away, only for him to resume plucking at the shoulder strap.

"NOW, I'd like to think that you've got a brain more developed than that of a prepubescent hillbilly, so I'll give you a single opportunity to make the intelligent decision and walk out of here before a myriad of actions are taken against you. Go on. Just put Johnny down and walk out of here." Yugo steps aside, as Freaky falls to his knees, gripping his crotch, letting out a squealing groan.

"I SAID NO." Melissa repeats, placing her boot on Freaky's forehead. He looks up before grinning.

"Totally... Nngh... Worth it." Freaky chokes out before groaning in pain again.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE THESE THINGS MADE OF?!" Catastrophe shouts. And through all of this, Yugo remains, a perfectly straight face, one arm extended toward the door.

(Tag.)

[Osiris]

Thinking things over carefully, weighing his options, and deciding on the route that he thinks is best, Osiris puts John down, albeit none to gently. He walks over to Yugo, not touching him, but as close as he could possibly be without doing so.

Osiris: Pompous? Your one to talk. Now, there are other things I can do in the meantime. I know that you will lose come Collision, regardless if it is CK or Deathblade. Your days are numbered boy.

He looks over at Freaky on the ground, and Catastrophe looking at the fake plants, and a idea forms.

Osiris: I will leave. But do remember, this war is far from over.

He leaves the office, obviously not in a good mood.